What to do if your male god is too good at self-attack

The night is like the sea. In the heart of the capital, there is an urban village. It is like some unimportant nerve endings that are rejected by the prosperity.

In a corner of the urban village, He Yue was walking with the woman in a dim corridor. They could still hear the tungsten filament of the light bulb above their heads squeaking in the wind.

Looking at the mottled wall on one side, He Yue suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

This was the first time someone came to her house, so they could be considered guests...

Thinking of this, He Yue licked her lips shyly, and before opening the door, she said softly, "My house is quite small, please don't mind."

Unexpectedly, the woman said "Oh" calmly and stood there waiting for Heyue to open the door.

Even though it was dark, she did not take off her sunglasses.

He Yue turned around and turned the key. The ten-square-meter house can be seen with a glance. It barely accommodates a bedroom, a kitchen, a shower... It can be said that although it is small, it has everything.

It should be cramped, but Heyue tidied the house very well and kept everything in order, which saved a lot of space.

In fact, Jiang Shaoming had disliked this village in the city more than once. He said that he felt sick just by breathing the air here, but He Yue just refused to take his money and house: "This is just a deal between us, I don't want to get involved in anything else."

But what Jiang Shaoming got in return was that he unceremoniously left a large dark purple bruise on her thin white arm, and finally said in a sarcastic tone: "Pay the medical expenses yourself, otherwise I'm afraid you will feel uncomfortable."

Jiang Shaoming didn't understand He Yue. To her, the small ten square meters was the only place where she could hide herself. It was her own space where she could vent all her little emotions with peace of mind.

As the switch was turned on, warm yellow light flooded the room, and the faint aroma of magnolia was refreshing and pleasant. The woman did not dislike the small and simple place. Instead, she knelt down in front of the small coffee table in the room and said, "I want to drink orange soda."

He Yue was stunned. How did she know there was soda at home, and it happened to be orange flavored?

Although she didn't understand, He Yue still agreed: "Okay, I'll get it for you."

Two bottles of soda were placed on the small coffee table. When exposed to heat, tiny water droplets seeped out of the bottles. It was a bit icy, but it also dispelled the uneasy heat in Heyue's heart. She pulled the pull ring and took a big sip of soda. The bubbles stimulated her five senses, making her shiver.

But the woman in front of him did not take the soda immediately. Instead, she tilted her head and looked at a photo placed on the bedside. That was the only photo in He Yue's room.

Noticing her gaze, He Yue tilted half of her shoulder to block the photo and asked directly, "Who is the murderer?"

"You're so direct." She picked up the soda, pulled the ring and heard a "click". The woman smiled and asked, "Who do you think it is?"

He Yue pursed her lips unconsciously. The woman teased, "If I said it was one of the two girls in the photo, what would you do?"

He Yue's breathing stagnated, and she turned her head to look in the direction of her sight. In the photo on the bedside table, three girls in school uniforms were gathered together and looking at the camera. They had wild and bright smiles on their faces. They were not wearing any makeup, but they looked the most beautiful in their youth, which made people unable to take their eyes away for a moment.

How long has it been since they last saw each other?

Since the murder ten years ago, the three people tacitly cut off contact.

"You...will kill me?"

Suddenly, a burst of hot air hit her neck, giving He Yue goose bumps all over her body. She turned her head back abruptly, and the woman sat back down calmly.

"Who are you?" He Yue asked harshly.

The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere became subtle. He Yue was nervous and secretly touched a small knife under the futon.

"Please take out the knife."

The woman spoke softly, and He Yue paused: "How...how did you know?"

From the moment he appeared, he looked like he had everything under control.

The woman lowered her head and chuckled, then slowly raised her hand to take off her sunglasses. Under He Yue's scorching gaze, she revealed a face that was exactly the same as He Yue's!

No, not exactly the same. The "He Yue" opposite had obviously lost a lot of collagen on her face, and even had a lot of crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, and her clear and deep eyes had become indifferent and vicissitudes.

how come……

He Yue was so scared that she fell back, shivering and retreating, asking loudly, "Who are you?"

"Can't you see it?" The woman walked up to her and squatted down, saying something that was almost impossible to happen - "I am you."

"This is ridiculous." He Yue subconsciously denied it and waved her hand to ask the woman to go away, but the woman grabbed her slender wrist and tore off her watch, leaving shocking scars.

The unspeakable scar was exposed, and He Yue screamed: "What on earth are you going to do!"

The woman then rolled up her sleeves, completely exposing her wrists in front of her. He Yue was stunned by the shocking scars, because these scars were exactly the same in terms of location, depth, and number!

Such an absurd thing would happen to me!

While she was stunned, she heard the woman say, "Heyue, I am you from ten years later."

The woman asked He Yue to call her Da He and said a lot, but He Yue couldn't hear anything she said as she looked at the identical face.

She sat cross-legged in front of the small coffee table, considering the truthfulness of Daha's words. Daha was not idle either. He took out the medicine box with ease and applied medicine to the wound left by Jiang Shaoming.

This is her body after all.

"hiss."

He Yue couldn't help but shudder, and the pain made her come back to her senses and look at Da He.

"Who is the murderer?" She was obsessed with this question.

Da He prepared the medicine for her and packed up the medicine box: "Don't you have the answer in your mind?"

He Yue lowered her eyes: "Because I saw..."

A rainy night, a corpse, a panicked back, and a beautiful hairpin.

"What did you see?" Da He asked quickly, "Who did you see following Chen Song? Who did you see picking up the brick? Who did you see killing Chen Song personally?... There was clearly nothing, but Jiang Shaoming said it was Lin Xia Ning's back, and you believed it."

Faced with Daha's questioning, Heyue chose to remain silent.

"Aren't you best friends?" When talking about this, tears welled up in Da He's eyes. "He Yue, you keep saying that you are lifelong best friends, but you don't trust them at all. Do you really think they want to kill him?"

With every word and sentence, isn't Daha questioning himself?

He Yue's lips, which were dry due to nervousness, were once again soaked with tears, and Da He just looked at her silently.

He Yue cried and cried and suddenly laughed, almost choking with laughter: "You know it, don't you?"

She had a fair and well-behaved face, and her smile looked a little sickly. Her dark pupils looked directly at Daha, and she spoke in the gentlest tone.

"I was there at that time, wasn't it also to kill Chen Song?"